"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
"Please, could you tell me where they are?" Zhang Tian asked of the old man.
The Lord of Lords tilted his head, "And what will you do with that information?" he asked.
"He is my friend, I need to help him, they look like they are in trouble," Zhang Tian said.
The Lord of Lords smiled as would a father smile upon his child, "I understand your worry and your fear for your junior brother, however, the distance between here and where he is, is grand and great. It would take you hundreds of years to reach it at your current level. Not to mention, you will not be of aid."
"I might not be as mighty as you, Lord of Lords, but I still take pride in my thousands of years of cultivation," Zhang Tian replied, clearly dissatisfied with being looked down upon.